Vast Martial Hall

Over the following days, Lin Mu kept fighting duels.

Two hours passed quickly.

In the end, he won three and lost one.

This result left Lin Mu deep in thought.

One force could crush ten techniques!

In his final duel, his opponent's Blood Qi Value had been 0.4 higher than his.

When they exchanged blows, he had clearly felt the crushing pressure.

"Even if my practical combat skills are strong and I have the system's help, the gap in Blood Qi Value is still hard to make up for," Lin Mu thought to himself.

He estimated that he could fight someone whose Blood Qi Value was about 0.3 higher than his.

But that was also his limit.

If his opponent had a higher Blood Qi Value and some killing moves and trump cards, Lin Mu might not necessarily be able to win flawlessly.

After all, every single point of difference in Blood Qi Value created a huge gap.

Lin Mu stretched his waist and headed outside.

But the moment he stepped through the doors, a figure charged toward him.

That person's Movement Technique was extremely fast. Almost the instant he reached Lin Mu, he slashed a hand blade toward one of Lin Mu's vital points.

Lin Mu reacted swiftly. The moment the other party arrived before him, he shifted backward and raised one leg.

At the same time, dragon roars rang out.

Boom! Powerful fist force erupted at that moment.

The man dodged quickly. Pale green light surged around his hands, and as he swung them, streams of force shot toward Lin Mu.

Screech! One piercing whistle after another tore through the air.

Lin Mu unleashed the Flowing Dragon Steps, and his figure became elusive and unpredictable.

Yet his opponent was no slower than him. Keeping a distance of two body lengths from Lin Mu, gusts of fierce wind came crashing into his face.

Lin Mu kept circling as his fists lashed out without pause.

Their figures crossed and intertwined, accompanied by a series of dull impacts.

But before long, a glint flashed through Lin Mu's eyes. When his opponent attacked again, Lin Mu swept out one hand, unleashing tremendous power.

Almost before the man could react, the Dragon Roar Fist struck his lower abdomen and chest.

The man flew backward.

Just as Lin Mu was about to press his advantage, a voice rang out.

"Wait!"

Lin Mu looked to the side and saw a middle-aged man around forty walking over.

Several people followed behind him, each carrying a fairly powerful aura.

"Who are you?" Lin Mu asked.

"I'm the person in charge here." The middle-aged man wore a faint smile.

Lin Mu glanced at the person who had ambushed him. "You sent this guy?"

"Just a simple test," the middle-aged man said.

"Ridiculous." Lin Mu's voice turned cold, and he prepared to leave after saying that.

"Wait! I looked over your combat records. You have tremendous potential, so I wanted to see where your limit lies," the middle-aged man said.

"You could have simply told me. There was no need to use such methods," Lin Mu said.

"I was indeed presumptuous! As compensation, I can offer you a B-grade Contract," the middle-aged man said.

As soon as those words fell, the expressions of many people present changed visibly.

"A B-grade Contract? Did I hear that right?"

"That's a contract only peerless geniuses can obtain!"

"Exactly! There was an eighteen-year-old with a Blood Qi Value of 3.5 before, and he only received a C-grade Contract."

"..."

Many people began discussing it fervently.

Lin Mu's expression changed somewhat as well.

He knew that the force behind the Virtual Combat Arena was the Vast Martial Hall.

It was an organization ranked among the world's top ten.

Many people regarded entering this martial hall as their goal.

Now, the Virtual Combat Arena was willing to offer a B-grade Contract.

They were truly placing great importance on him.

But he was only a teenager, with a Blood Qi Value of merely 1.9. Why would they value him so highly?

"A B-grade Contract? You're not joking?" Lin Mu asked.

He knew very well that a B-grade Contract represented many things and would be immensely helpful to him.

Just the Second-stage Martial Skills alone meant he could obtain three of them for free, not to mention the other benefits.

"Of course," the middle-aged man said.

The expression of a young man beside him darkened. "Hall Master, his cultivation isn't that impressive. Besides, we only have two B-grade Contract slots here. Are you sure you want to give one to him?"

The middle-aged man, Wang Tao, wore a calm expression as he said slowly, "Why wouldn't I be sure? He hasn't lost once since entering the arena!"

"Over forty matches in total, and he's maintained a winning streak the entire time!"

"And the person who fought you just now was from my hidden division. He has Second-Order Cultivation!"

As those words fell, the expressions of many people present changed drastically.

A Second-Order Martial Artist had a Blood Qi Value above ten, and part of his body could become insubstantial.

That was why such martial artists were also called Qi Transformation Realm martial artists.

A martial artist of that level could be considered a pillar of the middle ranks even in Li City.

And everyone present had seen Lin Mu's fight with him.

Even with his cultivation suppressed, he had been no match for Lin Mu.

What did that represent?

It represented that Lin Mu's practical combat experience had reached a terrifyingly outrageous level.

"Your cultivation may not be strong, but your talent in practical combat can absolutely be called monstrous. Once your cultivation rises in the future, I'll help you apply for a contract of even higher rank," Wang Tao said.

Lin Mu pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Fine! But you ambushed me just now, so you need to compensate me!"

"Fifty thousand. I'll pay it personally," Wang Tao said.

Lin Mu's eyes lit up.

Although the other party's actions had made him somewhat uncomfortable,

the man before him was indeed generous.

"Fine!"

"Come with me!" Wang Tao said.

Under his lead, Lin Mu headed deeper into the Duel Hall.

The people present looked at him with more than a little envy.

A B-grade Contract!

As long as he did not make trouble in the future, he would at the very least become a Second-Order Martial Artist.

That was the dream of countless people!

Though the young man who had raised the objection felt unwilling, he had no way to refute it.

To defeat a Second-Order Martial Artist whose cultivation had been suppressed—this level was indeed exceptionally high!

Sitting in the office, Lin Mu looked at the contract before him.

The contract's contents were fairly simple. After signing it, Lin Mu would receive an independent Cultivation Room, guidance from famous teachers, three Second-stage Martial Skills, and a monthly subsidy of one hundred thousand.

In exchange, whenever the Vast Martial Hall needed him, Lin Mu would also have to lend a hand.

And such assistance generally would not endanger Lin Mu himself.

Other than that, there were no additional restrictive clauses.

It was equivalent to them investing in Lin Mu first, with Lin Mu needing to repay them in the future.

Lin Mu did not put on airs and directly signed the contract.

A smile appeared on Wang Tao's face. "Congratulations. You've become a member of the Vast Martial Hall."

"It's only a partnership," Lin Mu said.

"You could interpret it that way. Once your cultivation rises in the future, I can help you apply for a higher-standard contract. But then you would need to fully join the Vast Martial Hall," Wang Tao said.

"By that calculation, you're taking a loss," Lin Mu said.

While he was not yet very strong, they were investing so much in him, yet he still was not a member of the Vast Martial Hall.

"Not at all!" Wang Tao said. "It may look as though our martial hall is losing out, but those who obtain this contract are not ordinary people either."

"If you become a Third-Order Martial Artist in the future, would we still be losing out?"

Lin Mu understood.

This was equivalent to a wager.

Moreover, since he had accepted the Vast Martial Hall's benefits, he would develop some goodwill toward it in the future.

There was a high chance that he would join the Vast Martial Hall.

Even if he did not, once he became a Third-Order Martial Artist or above, a single appearance from him would be enough for the Vast Martial Hall to make a fortune.

After all, martial artists of that level charged outrageously high fees every time they made an appearance.

In Li City, they stood among the absolute pinnacle.